Shatterglass

Shatterglass
I do not own Phantom of the Opera.
SUMMERY:
When Christine Daae is offered the oppertunity of a lifetime, she and her blind sister, Chloe, are whisked off to Europe to tours with the masked rock and rolls star, Erik Destler...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:
Many thank yous to my good friend, Angel Rose, for proofreading my fanfictions!!!

“Christine?”

Christine opened her eyes to smile at Chloe, who was reading The Phantom of the Opera, her favorite book.

“Yes Chloe?” she asked her with a light smile.

“What’s that smell?” asked Chloe, causing for her sister to blink several times in shock.

“What smell?” she asked, hoping that it wasn’t her.

“It smells like exotic fruits with hint of violets,” answered Chloe, inhaling deeply.

“That would be my purfume.”

Christine and Chloe both turned to see a pretty blonde standing next to their row of seats.

“I’m Meg Giry. May I please get by? I have the middle seat,” she explained in a peppy manner.

“Sure.” Chloe stood and walked out into the asile, allowing for Meg to creep in. Once she was situated, she told Chloe that she could sit back down.

“So you’re Christine?” when she nodded, Meg smiled. “My mother is Anna Giry; she’s Erik Destler’s manager.”

“Oh.” Christine blinked, looking over at her sister. She was lightly skimming her fingers over the page, not really paying any attention to the conversation at hand. “Chloe-”

“I’m listening,” said the blind girl, her eyes shut as her fingers absorbed the words.

“This is Chloe,” introduced Christine to Meg. Chloe shut her book and touched Meg’s face, getting a feel for what she looked like. “This is how she says hello,” Christine informed the startled girl with a smile.

“Interesting,” mumbled Meg for Chloe’s hands were tracing her mouth. Once Chloe was done with aquainting herself with Meg, she gave the woman a hug.

“Hiya!” she squealed happily before bubbling off about Paris and Notre Dame.

Christine smiled again as she leaned back for a little catnap.

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Twelve and a half hours later, the plane touched down at the Paris International Airport. Christine had to carry Chloe off the plane, she was so tired. By the time that Christine and Meg made it to the baggage carosol, Chloe was stumbling next to her sister, tired from the dramatic time difference. She yawned as an excited bark made the crowd of tourist part. Sammy bounded from the overweight section and up to his mistress, panting happily as he licked her face, the gentle lion.

“Heel,” ordered Chloe with a yawn. Sammy stopped trying to eat her face and sat at her legs, his giant toung lolling out of his mouth as several airport personals came running up to them. “Good Sammy,” she praised him lavishly, telling the burly men that Sammy was hers.

“I’m sorry, but he broke out of his pen and we couldn’t catch him!” apologized one man, looking scared of the dog.

“Don’t worry about it; Sammy wouldn’t hurt a flea even if his own life depended on it,” soothed Chloe, placing Sammy’s harness onto him. The second it was clipped on, the over rambunctious puppy was gone and in its place was a serious guide dog. “Fowards,” she told the dog, who trotted off with his mistress holding onto the harness.

“Chloe!” called out Christine. When her sister stopped and turned, Christine told her to wait while she grabbed their suitcases. After she had located all four suitcases, she and Meg (and a kindly Frenchman) hoisted the suitcases onto a cart and headed out to the waiting spots, where their were choaffers with signs waiting to pick up their waiting to pick up their passengers.

Christine spied the sign that welcomed both her sister and her to France and tugged Meg and Chloe over to greet the elderly man, who introduced himself as Joseph Buquet.

“I shall be your driver during your stay in France,” he told them in fluent English, taking the cart for Christine and wheeling it over to a Rolls Royce, where he began to carefully set the luggae inside the trunk.

“Allow me.” Joseph held the door open for Christine, Meg, Chloe, finally Sammy to hop inside and get themselves comfortable. He then began the long winded speech about Paris as he took the long way around to the concert hall, where they would meet with Anna Giry and Erik Destler.

“... and on your right, we have Notre Dame...”

Chloe squealed loudly, her excitement to much to handle. Christine giggled at her younger sister’s childish glee before turning back to chatting with Meg about Erik Destler. To her surprise, despite the fact that he was famous, there was very little known about him.

“So that’s why he is known as the Phantom?” asked Christine quietly.

“I guess so,” answered Meg with a little shrug. “Anyways, despite his creepy attitude, he is actally a gentleman-”

“And here we are, ladies, the world reknown concert hall!” called out Joseph, parking the car and hopping out to help the girls out. The girls all got out in the order that they had gotten in, looking up at the giant dome shaped building with awe in their eyes (except for Chloe and Sammy).

“Come on!” squealled Meg, grabbing Christine by the arm and all but dragging her to the front door, which was being guarded by a beefy looking secreity guard. After speaking with him in French, he allowed the three girls and one dog to pass him. “Okay, so this is the stage,” she started, stepping onto the wooden floor, giggling as Sammy’s toenails clicked loudly into the auidtorium. “And back here, we have the dressing rooms,” she continued on, waving a graceful hand at the rows of doors that paraded down one hall. “Come on, my mother’s probably with Mr. Destler as we speak.”

“Wait up!” shouted Chloe as Sammy walked at her pace, speeding up as she jogged towards her sister and new friend.

Meg knocked on a dorr and bounced as she waited for the door to open. When it did, a motherly looking woman greeted her with a kiss on each cheek.

“Hello Meg daring,” she greeted the blond fondly. “You must be Christine Daae. But where is your sister?”

“Here!” sang out Chloe, walking from around the corner with Sammy leading the way. The woman looked frightened at Sammy’s size, but the gentle giant walked up to her and sniffed her a few times before softly woofing at her.

“Well,” Anna said, eyeing Sammy as though he would attack her.

“Don’t worry; Sammy’s a good dog. He won’t attack even if he had to,” piped in Chloe, giggling as she hugged Sammy around his neck.

“I would imagine that you would like to meet Mr. Destler,” stammered Anna, backing away from the door to allow the girls to enter.